Sleeping with a lie

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Death
When something or someone dies, they are deceased, gone.

On July 3, 2015 my father died. He passed away in sleep, which was good...for him to not feel the pain. The agony of having to worry about his family. Cancer took over him. To the point where he couldn't even move. Paralyzed, paralyzed in his own deadly sleep. Peace. Almost.

Almost, the word, it not only describes that you almost reach to that destination- but it describes, never really making it.

I tighten the braclet knob on my wrist. Fathers funeral was today. Mom hasn't been outside, nor have we talked.

"I'm glad your home." I hug his body.

"Me...too." it was like Theo harvesting to hide. His tone was much different.

"Belle doesn't have to go to the funeral, right?"

"Not if you don't want her too." He held me tighter.

At the funeral

"Mr. Woodley had a sense of humor that not only did he perk up his peers with, but his family. Leaving behind a daughter, loving wife, and granddaughter, he no longer had to suffer then insufferable." The preacher went on and on, I tuned him out, staring at what was left on his grave. Flowers, a picture, nothing else.

I grasp for Theo's hand.

"You don't have to grieve alone, you know. I'm with you."

I nod.

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Tension of passion and sensuality left my body kissing Theo. Making out with him was the only thing to keep me from crying my lungs out. I used him as a guard.

"Tell me what's going on in your mind." He says.

I let my hands ring around the side of his neck.

"I don't know how to explain anything right now. Either I cry, or pretend like he's another death." I exclaim softly. "The thing I don't get is, He died in his own sleep. And I never had a chance to visit him."

In my black shirt, which was halfway off, I pull it back on, going to our bedroom mirror.

"I'm going out to drink." I say facing the desk.

Theo doesn't say a word.

At the local Bar

"One shot of flaming tequila," I asked.

"Shailene. That's number five.
Slow down." Drew says still pouring my drink.

"Drew, I needed to get out of the house."

"You have a premier tommorow. Drinking isn't the best option."

"And possibly getting this drink dumped on your face isn't the best option either." I take a swig from the glass.

Drew shook his head, throwing a brown towel over his left shoulder.

"Have a nice night, Shai."

I waved goodbye. "Drew."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Can you stay with me? Please?"

His hand smoothed over my shoulder.

"Anything for you."

Hey guys!! So tysm for not only getting me to our goal, but 10 reads on the new story Before Relations.

As you can probably tell, this part is going to be a two part. Just to tell you guys, THERE IS A HORRIBLE SCANDAL going on. Shailene obviously has no clue what she is doing- everything has clamed down to her. Message me if you have any requests, or any mistakes you would like me to fix.

Peace.